Thrust.
“For being bred. For taking all my fucking come.”
Thrust.
My heart is pounding with intensity, hot and wild in my chest.
He fucks me non-stop, each deep thrust carrying him closer to my womb. To my final undoing.
He grips my hips hard, and I feel his every ridge and vein heightening my pleasure as his slick, s cock rams back into me.
His thrusts deepen each time my pussy grips and clenches his girth like a vice, squeezing and milking him. It’s so intimate, so primal to feel the direct force of his body caging mine from behind, taking me to the highest of heights.
“I need this cunt stretching to carry my child, Callista,” he grunts, panting for air. He picks up a fast, relentless pace, his hips making a low slapping sound between the wet crevice of my thighs every time he plunges back into me. The growl of his words, and his thrusting pumps build to a feverish height until my toes curl and my eyes fall shut.
He fucks me fast and hard, making me whimper and cry for release from the shuddering climax building in my bones. “I need you to let go, to smear my cock in your juices” Dmitry mutters through gritted teeth, pushing into me harder and faster with each word.
My clit feels like it’s strummed with pained pleasure as he brings me closer to a shattering climax.
I’m on the verge of exploding. My eyes roll back in my head. My skin is crawling with tingles. My pussy floods with wetness. It’s all so intense. I can’t escape the gravity of the attraction that pulls out bodies together like magnets.
The room is warming up. My moans and whimpers are getting loud and urgent. Everything else is being blocked out. There is nothing but Dmitry’s cock thickening inside my pussy.
Then… I’m being shoved over the cliff, a million fragments of euphoria bursting in me.
I pant out my orgasms into the soft comforters, the velocity of my climax making me soar. My body floats on air.
A shuddering climax erupts through me, unleashing like a hurricane. I buck and writhe beneath Dmitry as my orgasm spikes, sharp and intense. My pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing it tightly as I come, my screams filling the room.
Dmitry grunts, his body tensing as he finds his own release. He slams into me, his cock pulsing as he unloads rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside me.
Each time another drop of semen leaves Dmitry’s dick, I feel out of control and delirious. I imagine myself pregnant, unable to leave the bed, heavy and lethargic, eating comforts foods and becoming rosier and plumper with every passing week.
My ass cheeks part for him as each violent thrust stuffs me with more of his seed.
“That’s it. Good girl. Take every last drop I give you. Keep milking me.” He doesn't stop thrusting until his balls drain. Until I’m overflowing with semen.
“Thank you,” I mutter, marshalling the last of my energy. I’m completely exhausted. He just gave me the headiest orgasm of my life.
My heart beats so fast and so hard I feel like it’s going to jump straight out of my chest. I start puffing in short, winded gasps as each load of his cum soaks into me, fills me, settles deep within me. The wet trickle of his seed running down my thighs makes my belly cramp with knowing. I let him breed me, and I could be nurturing his baby in my womb already.
Dmitry rolls me over without pulling out, and slides one big rough hand down to my belly. He spreads his fingers out and runs them over my skin, drawing slow circles on my skin with his thumb as he pants for air.
“Little baby-maker,” he whispers to my belly, like it’s a pet, and I chuckle at the silly fondness in his tone, feeling small beads of his sweat as they drip down and make me sizzle and tingle.
We stay like this for long, quiet moments, breathing in the earthy smell of the rain lingering in the air. I feel sore. The lingering remnants of our breeding session flicker at the edge of my consciousness as a warm, comforting thought.
I cuddle back against his strong frame, and he hugs me tighter, wrapping me up in his embrace.
In the dim light of the motel room, everything feels right. I feel warm and safe having Dmitry behind me like this. His hands running circles on my belly is soothing and as I feel the steady breeze of his breaths in my ear as he drifts off to sleep, I start to smile too.
FOURTEEN
Callista
Two weeks later…
The bathroom isa haven of luxury, all polished marble and gleaming chrome. The air is thick with steam, the scent of expensive soap and something deeper, more primal—the smell of us, of our bodies intertwined. The massive bathtub is nestled in the center, surrounded by flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. It's like a scene from a romance novel, but it's real, and I'm living it.
